Well, well, well...Is that Wyrd? Damn right it is. Cascading from The Ghost Album we return this week with the showcase track "Daughter Of The Forest," a wailing work that speaks of times before, of the old ways. A song for the ancients, for the spirits of yore, of those forgotten or rarely whispered. However, this album holds other collosal tracks that can entice and intrance you so listen on, lurkers. This week is one for the primeval and elder ones, those that guided and gifted those who reside now. Look out, into the wilds, and you will see more than before.
Daughter of the forest
With a pine garland on her head
Binded from twigs and thorns
Unsightly, yet radiant
Beloved of the woods
Daughter of the forest
With mud and soil on her face
But no amount of dirt hide her grace
Once revered, now alone
Relic from the olden days
Her altar was built from the sighs of gods
Covered in wild roses, ash and thorns
Look into the fire and you'll still see her shape
Dancing wildly, winding like a snake
Daughter of the forest
Beloved of the woods
No one calls her name anymore
No one stares into the flames anymore
Forever lost are the olden ways
We return this week with another epic track from Oak Pantheon. The Void (like that of the cthulhu-esque horror movie that shares the same name) is a five track album that pulses and winds with fervor and fear. The track embedded and the cover are from the rereleased 2014 album while the video link is from the original version, showcasing this featured track to its fullest. The energy and intensity this artist unleashes captivates and crushes like wandering into a storm and having to withstands its beautiful, natural onslaught. A week that begins with Oak Pantheon is cetain to be a wild one so stoke those inner coals and stampede through this stretch of time with unbridled power!
I manifest myself in your nightmares
A frigid sweat drips burning in your eyes
Slow death for a man who tells many secrets
Even slower for the man who tells only lies
The wicked blade runs down your spine
A skulking shadow of fear
Climb the branches of your family tree
And count the number still alive
Flames of time burn the broken limbs
And burn the leaves of those who've died
Now the blood flows into my hands
The mortal coil rests in my palm
A lake of fire
Blood flows into the stream
Hell awaits the sinners, but earth contains the slaves
Servants of war, hate and bias to blame
Throughout mankind one thing remains the same
You will die and fear me
Within the story arc of BALEFUL, there has been a new and peculiar addition. Something stirs within a forgotten swamp somewhere within the world inhabited by Zara and So'May, separate from their own story development. This started out as some random fantasy story brewing in my head but I decided to throw it in the mix to help breath life into the world as well as add some other aspects and occurences. The world they live in is a dangerous one, harboring all manner of ancient magicks and monsters, wild happenings stirring across all walks of life.
Beyond that, I have been slacking on writing lately. Been either too tired or too busy to have the energy. Usually, that manifests some sort of story from my muse getting cooped up and ignored, forcing me to face the growing aggro and produce something new, whether it be shorty story, poem, or a random adventure. So, we will see where things go. I am still working on the next parts to BALEFUL pertaining to the main characters mentioned thus far but for now you have a small tidbit to chew on. Take a peak, see if it drives you insane, or at least alleviates your boredom.
On an extra note, been killing it on finding some choice metal lately so at least that wells not dry. Its more like a flood of thundering drums and tree dwelling traces. Stay tuned each Monday as I unleash more unrelenting devastation upon your ear drums.
The Winter Silence by Remete is a welcome addition to my black metal archive. A four part journey that is cold and crushing, The mastermind behind this solo project is D, known for Woods of Desolation, Forest Mysticism, and Unfelled (of which are now all on my radar). I have had Part III stuck in loop for over a week now and ached to showcase it as soon as Monday rolled around. The demo Forgotten Aura will be one of my next purchases, as well as delving into the other entities D has worked on or with previously, so for now dim the lights, turn up the volume, and sink into the shadows as this daunting creation creeps into your walls and bones. Until next week, my dark, twisted followers, beware the sun, howl at the moon, and run mad with purpose.
We return this week with a previous favorite, Old Forest. Harkening back to the beginning, this album pierces the quiet with haunting wails and ominous cords, stirring things in the blackness beyond, twisting to tear your soul asunder, and ravage your world with darkness.
Beyond this, I have been collecting a bevy of new treats to unleash in the weeks ahead. After acquiring this album, I now seek to find Tales of the Sussex Weald, which is owed to me but I tire of waiting. Until next week, my acolytes. Darken the windows, invite the cold, and steel yourself for the blackness unleashed!
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A landscape of tombs,
bearing forests and caves.
Damp is the soil in this silent place,
as I come closer graves appear from the fog.
Black clouds hide away the sun,
the wind sends chill and the moon appears.
Far off, in the distance,
I hear wolves baying.
Creatures of the night,
that smell my blood.
The screaming gets louder,
and I see their eyes.
I run to my grave
Lyrics provided by https://www.metal-archives.com/bands/Old_Forest/794
The first time I heard Fractal Gates was also the first time I played a Monster Hunter game, some years ago. I purchased the two full albums, popped in my earbuds, layed on the couch in the dark and chased those dragons and beasts about. When the newest Monster Hunter released on console I was reminded of those times, a more current nostalgia than my teen days. To my surprise, Fractal Gates trailed behind in secret, waiting, hovering like a star waiting to fall, and here we are with one stellar album.
Not only is great to have a new release from a favored band but I have also been lacking in melodic death metal entries as of late. Of course, this albums bolsters numerous I could showcase but I have chosen to only select one per album as a rule, and so we have the epic track "Faceless." Colliding like comets, booming like solar flares, and nonstop like radiation, this song exudes power, prowess, and precision. Which can only mean that I have left you wanting more as they have left me, and so I say listen then journey on, let this album's energy wash over you. let the cosmic quality fuel you and aid you in conquering this new week.
BURN ON, MY FRIENDS!!!
Right when the winds end howling
Revealing the maze
Unfolding a realm born ablaze
Drilling through the winter's gloom
Before this dull bright mist covers me
Is insanity calling me ?
Growing under relentless fall
I see their faces
Receeding in dismay
When the cold seems to fade
Where the storm yet remains
Hidden within, risen as one
Releasing the I
From this distance I found you
From this distance I sense the beats of your heart
Still frozen into the veil, untied to time
Faceless yet in flames
Igniting eyes of the tide
Dwelling through the chimera
Staring at the stream of life
Shapes of the Living
Marching towards our new dawn
Reaching the shores of tomorrow
Where there's nothing left of us
Merging with our fate, faceless
Faces of Flames
You know what this week needs? Greek. Metal. Shuddering from the ruinous days of old, Nocternity storms into this weeks spotlight. Haunting, looming, ominous and black, "Harps of the Ancient Temples" wages war upon you nonstop, assailing you with the blackest of arrows. Don your helm, raise your shield and spear, and prepare to grapple with the goliath week before you.
NONE...the wandering, wailing wraith from the wilds of Canada. Howling like wolves, surrounding you like fog, and assailing you like hail, this album drips with blood and dew. Between the featured track "A world, dead and gray" which churns and haunts from beginning to end to the monstrous buildup of "Hypoxic" this collection of chilling tracks is a wonderful addition to any black metal seekers arsenal. Root yourself to the ground, crank it to eleven, and let this sundering sound consume you.
From the howling, cold expanse of the north there echoes a sound, the distant wail of wolves. Hermodr returns to these hallowed halls with Rovdjur, an EP I have long been wanting to present. With its ominous and haunting beginning, this eighteen minute masterpiece exudes raw and wild energy, cascading down with a thunderous presence. It is a week to honor the ancients, the old ones, to look beyond the trappings of steel and suburbia, to unleash ones inner animal and run mad through the brush and the bristles. Hermodr stirs that sprit deep within that wishes to be free and longs to stride unhindered and unbridled. Unburden yourself at least once this week and look upon the land and sky, escape the grasp of the world.
THE MAD BARRON
Beware, for a journey of self improvement is also one made with great sacrifice.
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